unheard misery

I scream,
I shout,
I look you in the face,
and say that I'm dieing,
that I'm falling apart,
I try and cut it all away,
I show you the scars,
you see them with your eyes,
you touch them with your fingers,
but yet their invisible
your deaf to my cries for help
I can feel the water filling my lungs
and as I struggle I look for you
just to be ignored
just for you to think I'm fine
and when I'm gone you'll go around telling them all
I wish I could have helped her
there should have been something I could do
as I stand in the background
screaming you never heard my misery
you were deaf to my pain
blind to my suffering 
in the end it's just unheard misery 

Reviews

[Carl Drake Barnard]

He was blind to understanding reality. Stuck in his perception far from yours as you go and seek the strength to be guided in matters of the heart, yet he can't feel what you feel and felt. As the pain flew through with affliction desperation.

A good piece of feeling in that way. :)
Stick to writing what you know and feel and felt and people will flock like sheep towards you. Stop seeking attention and give it freely.

[Shae-Leigh Johns]

thank you and I will

[Madisson]

I really enjoyed it, I love things that touch on those raw feelings that are so hard to capture, but I think you did a great job on it!

[Shae-Leigh Johns]

thank you so much :)